A corner table, the crowd is goneIt's a quarter past eight and I'm here all aloneThat old clock keeps on ticking and it echoes the truthShould I give him a minute, wait for his excuseOr just pay my tab and admit itI'm homeI'm a foolWhat's a girl to doI've let his indifferenceNearly tear me apartBut it's a quarter past eight and I'm here all aloneIf I say it's overI'll break my own heartHe won't settle downThat much is trueBut it beats going homeTo a cold, lonely roomWhat's a girl to do?guitar soloBen HallLet's go, come onapplauseI've let his indifferenceNearly tear me apartBut if I say it's overI'll break my own heartOh, my friendJust try to tell meHe's no good for youHe promises rainbowsBut just leaves you blueBut it's better than nothingSo what's a girl to do?What's a girl?What's a girl?What's a girl?What's a girl to do?guitar soloBring down the lights, fade to blueLet's get out of hereEverybody wants to follow thatThat's good